An allegory for loveOne of the most beautiful and impressive sights I've ever seen, this massive cloud formation consumed nearly the entire sky. Immense, yet contained, it inspired the imagery of power under control and was one of the most moving moments of the entire trip.
GeorgeGeorge could cast out a net as fluidly as he could shake a hand.
JockoLooks like he came from a Hemingway novel.
Jocko & George, Dauphin Island, ALThe beginning of the adventure, Jocko, George and the trusty 22' Ranger at the western-most tip of Dauphin Island, AL.
The locals fly by. The boat rests in the background. The pools that were created in between tides trapped shrimp and were excellent places to gather them for bait.
Gas rig fishin'Some of the best fishing spots were at the feet of the natural gas and oil rigs that daisy chained the shallow waters off the coast.
A regular sightShrimping boats traveled the channels like cars would on a highway. These men and women work hard to pull in some of the best seafood in the South.
A shrimping boat with the Dauphin Island Bridge in the background.
Best seat in the GulfA beach chair that had washed up on the shore of Petit Bois Island.
Horseshoe Crab shell.
WarningNotification to prevent trespassing into Horn Island's Osprey sanctuary.
Osprey SanctuaryA peek into the Osprey sanctuary on Horn Island.
Weather on the oceanThe constantly-changing skyscape in the Gulf often produced cloud systems that obscured the sun and produced copious amounts of rain.
Lone buoyJust hanging out.
My point of view off at the bow.
Anchor ManThe water is opaque like tea from the deposits from the Mississippi River. The first time I saw George jump in the water I thought he had lost his mind like Lieutenant Dan. Little did I know it was only waist-deep.
A fish's point of viewGeorge and the Ranger. Having disembarked for a swim, fishing was next on the agenda.
Speckled TroutGeorge's catch, a beautiful Speckled Trout. This image became the cover of the issue.
The rich colors of a shrimping boat as we cruise up Bayou La Batre for lunch.
On the menuWhen the crawdaddy sign flies above the Rough Waters Bait Shop in Bayou La Batre, AL, it mans that the delicious, fiery red critters are on the menu.
Basket of goodnessBag of bugs, roll of paper towels, in an Anheuser -Busch box. Yes.
A perfect lunchAnother bright spot in the trip, taking in the breeze and the spicy crustaceans in the Rough Waters Bait Shop's Tiki Observation Deck. We were like magicians, but our only skill was to make crawfish disappear.
Just past 2 on a Tuesday. I would have rather been nowhere else.
Georges boat paddle hand can barely contain one of the largest crawfish I've ever seen. Perhaps it was really a baby lobster.
Two handsome devils. A fantastic boat captain, in lieu of the water or fresh Chilton County peaches he was offered, George ran exclusively on beer.
A distilled view of that part of the gulf: seabirds, shrimpers, gas rigs.
A social scene
This fellow was fishing at the mouth of Bayou La Batre. He was carrying on a fascinating conversation...with someone.
Sitting...fishing
Pillars
Back at George's...An onlooker eyeballs George's Speckled Trout.
Fresh Catch
Blue Heron
Sea Bell
End of the trip, the weather had moved in. It was time for a grouper sandwich and a Red Strip at the best - and one of the only - shops in town, the Ship & Shore.